What Would Momma Do?
1
Richard had just finished having sex with Penelope Fitzgerald, Oliver's wife. They began their affair two months prior to the events of the plane crash in Elmore's Park. The two didn't live, but not by the dome.
2
Penelope and Richard were kind friends during times when Nicole and Oliver were at work. Nicole worked at the rainbow factor, but her job was very stressful, along with Oliver's construction company, which both take up an awful lot of work. The kids were already a handful, but have been socializing lately with friends, even the youngest, Anais and Teresa, were in school—Anais in advance and Teresa in preschool, but the two shared a good friendship. Even Gumball and Darwin hanged out with friends at school, alongside with Penny with hers.
There wasn't much for the two parents to do anything.
Back in January—a faithful Tuesday afternoon—Richard was bored—nothing good was on TV, and even the things that used to interest him were now just soulless enjoyment.
He turned over to phone, not knowing what to do. He figured he might call someone and have a nice conversation with them. Unfortunately, he always forgot people's number.
Thankfully, Nicole had a nice contact book by the telephone.
As he got up, he browsed around through the contacts. He then saw that Nicole had Oliver's contact. He figured he should try to socialize with him, knowing that Gumball has a thing for Penny.
He saw the number: 555-2410
He punched the numbers in and waited. The phone rang for a bit, and then someone answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Richard Watterson, is this Oliver?"
"Uh, no, this is his wife."
"Oh," he said, "well, how are you doing?"
"Mr. Watterson, is there any reason that you called?"
"Well," he began, thinking it over. "No, not really."
"Well, why did you call?"
"I don't know. I just wanted some company. Nicole, working, the kids are out...I got nothing to do. Even the TV's boring. It's showing that weird channel with all that noise and all black and white stuff going into some weird loops."
There was a pause.
"Are you sure that the antenna just might be out?"
"I don't know. Is it?"
He heard a laugh from her.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked.
"Of course," he said, smiling. She couldn't see it, but he enjoyed the idea that he was smiling. It made him see that things are okay, even when they're not.
"Well, why don't you get a job?"
He stopped, dead on its tracks. "Well, I can't. Last time I did, I nearly caused the end of the world."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," she said. "What was your job?"
"Pizza Delivery Boy," he said.
Another pause was endured.
"How does that work? The whole end-of-the-world thing?"
"I don't know. Just happened."
"Well," she said, moving around in her house, "What other crazy stories do you have?" She went up from the kitchen table—growing more interest in the conversation.
They began talking over the house about his misfortunate, family memories, and even his stories that he may have had little to no involvement, but had a knack for telling stories. He intrigued her for hours that way. Soon, afterwards, they met up during when both Nicole and Oliver had to work extra shifts.
The two were waiting outside, until they bumped into each other. They recognized each other—Penelope recognized him from Gumball and Anais, knowing that he had to be the father, while Richard knew her from her voice. He couldn't piece it together, but just from her voice he knew it was her.
The two talked about their last conversations, but the two lingered at each other. They liked their talks.
After they the pick up the kids, they talk on the phone, many times. Nicole couldn't notice their talks when she came up late from work. Neither could Oliver—usually after taking a shower from all the work and dirt and grease—he would just go to bed and sleep. It wasn't bad since he doesn't snore in his sleep. But, she just didn't connect as well as she did with Richard than him. And you know what? So did Richard.
Then, in February 15, the day after Valentine's Day, Richard and Penelope were a bit bumped out when their evenings didn't turn out as well as they should have.
Richard had planned out a homemade dinner—well, he got Granny Jojo to cook for him. But she had works to say about Nicole:
"You know, I would think she got the raw end of a deal, but it's you who did," she said.
He felt that she just didn't knew Nicole very well. But how could they? They usually run out of meeting her and leave her with the kids.
But he hoped this evening would be different. He really did.
After dinner was made, he waited for her. And waited. And waited. Soon it was past midnight, and he hadn't slept over the food. That was a good sign for him, due to his ability to sleep and drop like a ton of bricks.
He eventually gave up when he saw Nicole enter from the backdoor, tired and restless. She didn't even look at Richard, probably even forgotten that today was Valentine's Day.
Richard went up to get her attention, but he didn't. He knew how much she had to work so many extra shifts for their family. He couldn't do that to her. He found himself a nuisance to her and for his own personal enjoyment. He didn't deserve her.
He watched her go up to bed.
Richard decided to put the food away, cleaning up some of the plates, and fixing up the kitchen to rid this night away.
He then slept on the couch, with his clothes on. He didn't want to disturb her sleep.
After a couple of hours in the morning had past, he received a call.
He got up to see who was calling. He answered to see it's Penelope.
"Got a minute?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, mournfully, "what is it?"
"Oh, you seem tired."
"No, just a bit...out."
"Wanna discuss about it elsewhere?"
"Sure, the park?"
"Why not?"
He hung up. Before he left, he made the kids breakfast and Nicole as well. He left a note, saying he was going out for a walk.
When he got to the park, he saw Penelope by the bench in the middle of the park, just besides the children's playground.
He sat by her, but saw that she was reading a book. He couldn't see the name, but asked her what was it about.
"It's about a young adult who abandoned his family, and when he returns to his sister's baby shower, he outrages at them from the past. He then meets a strange guy, and he helps him out. It's really good, but just strong and just makes me want to do the same."
He looked at her, "What do you mean?"
"I...I...I feel that my husband drifts more from than before."
"What do you mean?"
"I haven't been able to talk to him much. It's been work and work, and I don't know I can take it on so longer. It would be so bad if I had at least some form of satisfaction from him, but no. I...I," she started again, but knew she was at a public park, but didn't see anyone nearby that would hear it. "I even prepared myself a little gift in the bedroom. But he didn't even notice. I try to be the smiling housemother, but it isn't easy. God, it just isn't."
"I know how you feel," he said. "The same thing is happening to Nicole. I even prepared dinner for her."
"You cooked?"
"No, I got my mom to do," he said, a little ashamed by that. "But it's the thought that counts."
"Yeah, I know," she said.
A moment of silence was endured—they watched the young one enjoy their lives. It was so simple for them to not be bothered by life. It really was something special for each to not be aware of their parents' fault.
"You know, I don't think you would understand this, but my family is good, but maybe it's just me."
"Maybe with me as well," he agreed.
"Do you think our families need us?"
He thought about it. He imagined his life without them—there wouldn't need to be any worries for damages and such (maybe from Gumball, but only minor), one less mouth to feed, and there's no need from him. He has always been one who never really works, and even the kids have their own company of friends now.
There really is no need for him.
"For me, no."
"Oh," she said, taking pity on him.
She turned over and gave him a hug. He accepted the hug, even a long string of tears came down on his cheek.
Before he knew it, he felt her crying from the tears coming on his shirt. He knew how she felt. She didn't need to say anything to know that she felt the same for their family. Life just moves on without them.
At that moment, they knew they weren't alone on this. They were together on it.
When he walked her back to her home, he noticed that Oliver's truck wasn't there, and the house was quiet.
She opened the door with her keys, and she said what was on his mind—"Nobody's home," she said. "Won't you come in?"
That single step of coming into the house and set his fate with her, and the minute the door was closed, they were set.
3
Oliver came home earlier this evening, knowing that his wife had left him a message that the kids were spending time with their aunt in Riverside. She said they would come back late in morning or early afternoon.
He sometimes grew paranoia from his mother—work was all he needed to keep his family at bay. Especially from Gumball, he thought.
Oliver knew why he disliked Gumball so much. It wasn't much of anything personal. It became a habit from.
Back when he was younger, he had a crush on a girl named Eliza. She was kind and sweet. They were both 10, while she was a pretty fawn. She wore nice clothes, ones you wold only wear for Church on Sundays. She had hair that would shine on through the gates of heaven. She was an angel dropped from above.
One day, when they were alone in his room, on his bed, they were talking about the little things in life. She saw that inside he was a kind and gentle soul. He would even blush at compliments she'd give him. She liked him. Oh, so very much she did.
Then, she asked him if he ever had his first kiss.
"No," he said, almost ashamed of the fact.
"Well," she said, getting closer to him, "would you want your first kiss from me?"
His eyes grew dry, not blinking, almost shocked that she said that.
"R-Really?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, "if you want."
He did. He very much did.
Oliver (Ollie, as she called) leaned in, and she did the same.
Then, there they had their first kiss.
His mother opened the door, bringing up some laundry to see what she was so horrified of seeing.
She nearly screamed.
They stopped, looking at her reaction to this.
"Oliver," she began, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask your friend to leave."
"But—"
"Now! Oliver!"
He did as he was told, but was stopped from walking her out the door.
"She can let herself out," she said.
He stood there, watching the girl who gave him something so valuable, now being forced to leave by his own eyes.
The door closed, where his mother turned over to him—much fear grew with Oliver.
"Why did you let that happen?" she asked, in a cold voice.
"I—" he began, before being cut off by his mother.
"No, it's my fault. I should have raised you better than this."
He concurred, "But what's wrong with it?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong? You know how women work: They good-looking ones always want to get a piece of the man who wins the most bread. She then wants to take some, because she thinks she deserves a piece of it. The bitch doesn't even know how to even use a broom." He soon began getting scared. She was always against curse words. "But, if I let a tramp like that go with you, you'd be robbed of everything you worked for."
She stepped down to his size, kneeling on the ground. "Promise me you won't marry a whore. Promise me you'll find a fine young lady. And that girl isn't one."
"But—" he tried to go against her ways, but was grabbed on to her eyesight.
"You will not...promise me that much."
He stood there for a moment. "Okay."
"Good," she said. Before he knew it, he wasn't talking to Eliza anymore. He doesn't know what happened to her now, but he presumes she's dead, as his mother's words still haunt him. Oh, they do.
4
Oliver made it back, locking the door of his truck. He walked back to his house—about 10:10 a.m. as he recalled. He walked up to his bedroom, looking for a chance at a good night's rest.
He stopped when he need to reach three more steps. He heard something coming from the bedroom. He heard moaning and laughing at the same time. He recognized his wife's voice, but not the man's. He knew that two people were there, but his vision soon began to go delusional. He started to see the stairs shaking. He couldn't feel it, but seeing it caused his head to get woozy.
He then walked into the room. In reality, there was Richard and Penelope dead, butchered. In Oliver's head, he had fallen to a deep black abyss.
5
During a second round of Penelope and Richard having sex, she heard a sound coming at the door. She thought it was nothing when it stopped. Until she saw who it was when it came in.
"OH! Oh, god, please, I can explain," she began.
A moment of silence came, before someone said a word.
"I taught my son better than this. Now, look—you gone on and cheated with him."
"Y-You're taking this quite well," Richard said.
"You know what I hate? The cheaters, the liars, the ones who go out, giving a show to a fool. My son is no fool."
Penelope went forward, with the blanket covering her naked body, leaving her ass exposed, saying "Please, I—"
There she was surprised with a knife from behind, causing her to drop the blanket, and stabbed multiple times in the stomach and the breasts. All blood came out through the holes of her now hollow shell.
Richard came rushing, in his underwear, to stop the stabbing, but was then sliced in the neck. He had fallen, attempting to cover his wound, turning his back for a dreadful stab in the spine, turning him paralyzed. It wouldn't matter anyway. He soon bled to death, alongside Penelope.
The two were dead.
6
"AH!" Oliver screamed. He saw what had happened. He stopped screaming, knowing that people will come and think he did it.
He saw the blood, now on the blankets and the floor. He went in, looking to get a closer look. He kept his mouth close, almost shaking like having a bad cold.
He browsed around, until he looked at the wall where a mirror used to be. The wall had been inscribed with a message in blood, saying:
"You broke your promise, son. You let this happen."
He broke down to his knees when he read it. He looked over his shoulders, seeing the mess that laid there.
"No," he said to himself in a whisper, "I-I can fix this, mother. I really can."
He decided to do fix the deaths here. He took out a barbeque grill, stuffed the blanket in and light it on fire, remembering the good times they had with it were now taken away when he find out there was someone else on those sheets.
He left it burning and went inside. There, he got three white trash bags for his wife, and ten black, heavy-duty bags for Richard. He tied them up in the bags, soon dragging each down in the basement.
He opened each bag, soon deciding to grabbed his hacksaw and cut off each body part and burn each to hide them. But, before he could, he heard a car coming. It parked, and then heard Penny's voice.
He tied each of the bags up and hid them away, while running back upstairs, and washing his hands rapidly. He dred them off with a nearby paper towel. He threw it to the nearby trash can, but forgot to put back the barbeque.
He did it rapidly, nearby burning his hands. He brought it close inside, while grabbing a nearby bucket. He filled it with water from the sink and put out the flames, or so he thought when it turned out that the bucket still had gasoline in it. He cleaned the bucket as fast as he can, then filled it with water and got it out. While, his shirt catch a little on fire, but realized he had blood on the shirt, so he threw it down the basement, letting it burn and eventually just die out, knowing he doesn't store flammable material in the basement. Then, finally setting aside the grill by the edge of the backdoor to the house.
Oliver than ran to the door, and waited.
Finally, he heard a knock. He waited for a bit, showing he wasn't too eager.
He opened the door to see Penny and Teresa.
"Hi, dad," the two said.
"Boy, do I got a surprise for you too," he said, calmly as possible.
"What?" the two sisters asked.
"I'm taking to you two to the park and I'm going to unravel a big surprise for you too."
They cheered, while he told them to get in the truck. They ran for it, while he was getting his keys, wallet, and such from inside and unlocked the doors by his beeper.
They got in, while he locked the doors to the house.
He went to the truck to start it up, then driving them to the park. He didn't know what he was going to do.
It was the last time they ever saw the house.
